CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Red Light
(The Loud Gods)
(This is Nepa on the beat)
Like Brash said, I ain't stopping at no red lights
All I see is green
Run up on me at the red light, you getting steamed
Can't go outside, they said I gotta quarantine
I got a mask and a 40 with a beam
No shows, how a n***a 'posed to eat?
I got a son, I got a daughter I gotta feed
I gotta feed, yeah
Shout out to Jah, he was dead right
I caught him slipping on the turnpike
He made a left, then I turned right
I told your ass before that it's on sight
Goofy, it's a jack move
You already know how the apes move
They said you was a plate, so I ate food
You gave it all up, so I ain't shoot you
Yeah, yeah, I can't show no emotions
My mama counting on me, I gotta stay focused
I'm paranoid on the day and night
Gripping on this FN at that red light (And that's on Nasty)
I lost my n***a to these streets, they did him dead wrong
I'm scheming on my opps, we call 'em rims, we tryna score on
And these drugs got me nauseous, I need it
I got traumatized when I seen him bleeding
I'm too authentic for the real, told 'em back off
And don't approach me wrong, I might damn let this MAC off
I'm going through it, I may just f**king lose it
I know you got a vest on, but these bullets go through it, woah
(This is Nepa on the beat)
Like Brash said, I ain't stopping at no red lights
All I see is green
Run up on me at the red light, you getting steamed
Can't go outside, they said I gotta quarantine
I got a mask and a 40 with a beam
No shows, how a n***a 'posed to eat?
I got a son, I got a daughter I gotta feed
I gotta feed, yeah
Shout out to Jah, he was dead right
I caught him slipping on the turnpike
He made a left, then I turned right
I told your ass before that it's on sight
Goofy, it's a jack move
You already know how the apes move
They said you was a plate, so I ate food
You gave it all up, so I ain't shoot you
Yeah, yeah, I can't show no emotions
My mama counting on me, I gotta stay focused
I'm paranoid on the day and night
Gripping on this FN at that red light (And that's on Nasty)
I lost my n***a to these streets, they did him dead wrong
I'm scheming on my opps, we call 'em rims, we tryna score on
And these drugs got me nauseous, I need it
I got traumatized when I seen him bleeding
I'm too authentic for the real, told 'em back off
And don't approach me wrong, I might damn let this MAC off
I'm going through it, I may just f**king lose it
I know you got a vest on, but these bullets go through it, woah
